Republica

Tread lightly through this pitted field dear friend
do not pretend ambivalence to beauty
its preservation is your only duty
as you march towards your worthy godless end

Do not pretend ambivalence to beauty
when holy covenants lie in scattered shards
and idols fuel the bonfires of the communards
its preservation is your only duty

When holy covenants lie in scattered shards
shall we dance beneath the stars in burned out kirks
while cardinals wait in line to see their works
and idols fuel the bonfires of the communards?
Tread lightly through this pitted field dear friend
you march towards a worthy godless end

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